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Leave It On The Flo! Pt. 1 Lyrics - Artist : Tech N9ne
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"Hey Tech, it's [*beep*] and [*beep*], wishin you a Happy Halloween, baby. So we were thinkin', if you chose to kick it with us tonight, we can finally do that threesome. Call us back." (Yahtzee) Two baddies talkin bout gettin busy Havin a thrizzy with Tech Nizzy now I'm doin the shiggy Thinkin two pair of titties gettin me jizzy Mane I'm wit this, bang them bitches like Warriors against the Lizzies Proceed to pelvis groom, cause I'm bout to nail it soon During the palest moon, they said Meet 'em at Raul's velvet room Now that's a hell of a plan, both of them bitches vanilla pecan My other plans are now a hella saran 'cause bitches wanna share the gel of the man The homie swoop me and put the pedal to the metal through the ghetto We switchin lanes, real Toretto To get with thicky black, then the other Mexican and guero On a red devil rollin no jokin Jared Leto Walked in the spot with two thots and hit the floor quizick Bartender pour vicious so I'm seein four bitches Took a seat at the booth with the girls how I knew we was gonna for sure kick it Both of them bitches went under the table on N9na playin tug of war wit it We bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it) And gon retrieve it, when a ho (Need it) Best believe it's finna go When you let us in the doe Bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it) Ah, I got two pissers on my pisser two gifters in my zipper Two angels but with broken wings Mr. Mister Mouth's naughty feelin just about gaudy One of em got up and said let's go and hit a Halloween (House party!) (Come on, everybody's leavin!) (Leave it) Made it to the hoppin ass house party All I'm thinkin bout is three shit rollin and weedin Where's the bathroom, bro? (It's downstairs) So we did zoom Me and them bitches, but then I accidentally went and walked in some kid's room (My bad) Oh no, Techa N9nas at the door Want me to spit it leave it on the flo Rip it up flippin it then gotta go Get it, demolish it, I'ma spit, never quit Ima be all in it, bitch I be callin it Like it's the fantasy, all of you fans of me I'ma be haulin it like it's a bomb that lit, I'm the shit Maybe been busy, pop like I'm fizzy Now you be spinning cuz of the rhyme I spit making you dizzy I wont kid all of you but bitch I'm winning, woah 13 you kidding When I'm done only thing I'm committing Is a homicide, might make yo mama cry She found her kid had died, from the beginning (Hold up, little dude, you freaking me out) Tech what the fuck are you talking about? Oh this, fuckin the game up, the way that I came up, be something to pray of I didn't really wanna do it to em But I couldn't think of a way to tell him I ain't gonna play no games so I ran up on the bitch and then I did it to him anyway We destroyed it, can't avoid it, but the bathroom is that way (Right on, man) We bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it) And gon retrieve it, when a ho (Need it) Best believe it's finna go When you let us in the doe Bout to leave it on the flo (Leave it) Thicky black and the Mexi white With thee gat bout to sex me right I already dated the Mexi one So it ain't a thing for me to get me some So I started to play with the other first Through the kiss, I looked up, and the other's hurt Man I thought it was bout to be porn shouts But the other one flipped and she stormed out (Damn, man) (Uh I knew she couldn't handle this, I'ma go get her) Stuck in the bathroom Mopin and hopin to smash soon Thought I had poon feelin mad gloom Cause they left me open like a stab wound A squirt of the lotion Would get it done, I ain't wit it son Wanna murder the Ocean Would have been servin em both, but I heard a commotion People screamin' Shit bumpin' and breakin' I'm stuck in this basement in a fuckin' displacement For real, for real I don't even got no skill to kill Call my homie (Where you at?) (Outside smokin', but two cats roarin' in with some straps, I got yo back) |
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